Soft hands and kisses rouse me from sleep at what I assume to be an unGodly hour if my alarm hasn’t gone off yet. “Landon, I have to go,” she whispers against my lips before she peppers kisses along my jaw.
I grumble in response to her words knowing that it means there’s no time for me to taste her. “Why didn’t you wake me sooner? I want to make you come again.” I pull her warm body underneath mine, and I’m grateful that she’s still naked. Not surprisingly, seeing as how I still had a vice grip on her body when I woke up.
“I don’t have time,” she whines as she looks at the clock next to my bed. “I have to be in class in less than two hours and I still have to go home and grab my things.” I press my cock that’s hardening by the second into her naked sex and she whimpers in response. “Landon…”
“Will I see you later?” I ask. I press my lips to her neck and grind harder against her, causing a rush of air to leave her lungs.
Somewhere deep inside of me, I feel the breakthrough forming in response to my question. You actually care, huh? That’s new.
“Yes, I’ll be in this afternoon.”
“Come to my office when you get there.”
“Landon…I can’t just…”
“Come to my office, Serena. I mean it.” I pull back and give her a look that lets her know I’m serious.
She shakes her head, a sneaky smile playing on her lips. “You’re going to get us in trouble.”
I ignore her comment, knowing I plan to keep her out of the line of fire. “Text me when you get to campus…” I start. “Actually, text me when you get home too.”
She nods. “Okay.” I let her leave the bed and follow her with my eyes. Even under the low light of the room, she glows and her naked body calls out to me on the most primal level. I watch as she grabs her clothes from the chair and slides them on in what seems to be slow motion. Tease. “You’re staring.”
“You’re beautiful.”
I stand up and walk over towards her, but her eyes are fixed about four feet south of my eyes. She bites her lip and my cock jumps in response. Once I’m standing right in front of her, I lift her chin to meet my gaze. “See something you like?”
She nods. “I want…I want to see it.”
“Now?”
She nods. “Please? You saw everything last night. It’s only fair.”
“So, you want me to take it out for you to look at it? Are you trying to kill me, Serena?”
“Just a peek.”
“You’re a tease, you know that?” Serena had tried to get my pants off last night, on more than one occasion, but I wanted last night to be about her. And I wasn’t sure that I trusted myself to be completely naked around her while she was completely naked. I didn’t want her to feel pressured to do anything and a hard dick can be pretty persuasive.
She looks up at me, giving me that look that says you’re going to do it anyway, don’t argue with me as her hands find the waistband of my sweats. Her cool fingers touch my warm skin just above my briefs and I shudder. “Serena…” My voice is raspy and deep, both from sleep and this hunger for her that’s growing more aggressive by the second, making me feel like I’m hanging on by an actual thread.
I watch with bated breath as she lowers herself to the ground, sliding my sweats down to my ankles. I can feel her breath on my thighs and I don’t want her to feel like she has to do this. “Baby, you don’t—”
“Shhh,” she interrupts me. “I’ve never seen a penis before.” She blurts out.
“They don’t look that different than the ones in porn.” I chuckle. “I mean mine will be bigger.” I smirk.
She swallows. “Well…I don’t watch porn…ever. I mean, I’ve never seen a pornographic film.”
A film? God, she’s cute. “Never?”
“I mean maybe in a biology class or something?”
“No, I mean…you’ve never watched porn?”
“No?” She looks up at me. Her hands find my briefs and before I can say anything she’s tugged them down my legs and my erection juts out, almost hitting her in the face as it bobs up and down.
Her mouth drops open and it takes every amount of restraint I have not to inch my cock towards it. Fucking hell, Landon. Don’t you dare.
“It’s so beautiful,” she says and I can’t help the smile that comes from her compliment. “I want to touch it,” she murmurs. It’s not a question and for a brief moment I wonder if she’s going to ask how to do so.
Just as I’m about to instruct her on what to do, her hand finds the bottom of my shaft and she drags it up to the tip. “Fuuuuuuuck.” I groan. “Serena.”
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes.” I groan again.
She does it again, adding more pressure this time and rubbing her thumb across the tip. I watch with fascination as she collects the beads of cum that form on my tip and slides it between her lips.
“Jesus Christ, Serena.”
“I want to try something.”
“If you put your mouth on my dick, you’re going to be late for class.”
“I’m willing to risk it.” She scrunches her nose and gives me a grin. “You gave me countless orgasms last night and you wouldn’t even let me touch you.”
“Because I knew your limits and I didn’t want to test them.”
“I was nervous. I didn’t think I was ready, but I woke up this morning and... I’m not so nervous anymore.” Probably because she was rubbing her ass against me half the night. She bites her bottom lip and slides her tongue up my cock, leaving her eyes trained on me. Where the fuck did she learn that?
“Serena…I can’t fuck you…now. Not while you’re rushing to be somewhere else. I want to take my time. I want to worship you. Discover each and every one of your sounds and tastes and smells and fuck, I want to do so much to you.”
She looks up at me, her eyes bright and sparkling as the words fall from her lips. “I want to make you come.” Those six words have pre-cum leaking from my tip and dripping down my shaft.
“Fuck.”
Her tongue catches the drop and drags up my member before closing her lips around the tip and sliding her whole mouth down my dick. Her hands find my thighs just as my hand finds her hair. I pull it off of her face and into a makeshift ponytail as I watch her suck my dick like she was made for it.
Do not come already. All the thoughts leave my mind the second I feel her teeth grazing the skin and nails digging into my ass.
“Serena...Fuck. Can I come in your mouth?” I ask praying that the answer is yes. I need a piece of me inside of her.
She nods her head. “Yes,” she says, her mouth still full of my cock and the vibrations send a jolt of electricity slithering up my spine.
Normally, I’d push further into a woman’s mouth. Make them gag and their eyes water. That visual, a woman on her knees, with mascara streaming down their cheeks as they choke on my dick gets me to the finish line the fastest. But with Serena, I let her control the pace. Her eyes haven’t left mine almost the entire time and it makes me wonder if she, like the others were desperate for my praise too.
Fuck. Did she have the same issues all the other ones have?
For the first time, that bothers me. I don’t want her to want me because I remind her of her father. Because she wants love and praise that she never receives from him.
She pulls away, letting my dick fall from between her lips. “You went somewhere else. I could see it in your eyes. Or maybe…maybe I’m not doing it right?” Her eyes are sad and I can see the worry behind them, thinking that she’s disappointed me.
Fuck, I forgot she was looking at me. “No, baby you were doing perfectly.”
“Really?” Her eyes light up and a smile finds her lips. I know that look.
Fuck fuck fuck.
What did you expect? She’s twenty-one and insanely gorgeous. She’s got her whole life ahead of her. What other reason would she have for being with you?
You are her rebellious phase.
Her cry for attention.
Attention from her real father.
“Baby, I don’t want you to be late for class,” I tell her as I cup her face lightly.
“You…you want me to stop? I mean you didn’t come.” She leans forward and grabs my dick again.
Just let her finish.
“Sweetheart, I promise you can later. I have to hit the gym before I go in anyway.”
“You’d rather workout than…” She looks at my dick and then up at me with a cheeky smirk.
No? But your daddy issues are showing and it’s fucking with my head.
Why? It’s not like you want her for more than just sex…
You’re not capable of more than that.
Fuck.
A million thoughts run through my head and I can only imagine what my face looks like in response. I can’t do this with her staring at me.
“Come to my office when you get in.” I help her to her feet and pull my boxers and sweats up.
“Okay.”
I throw on a shirt and follow her downstairs and out to her car. Judging by the placement of the sun, I would say it’s about 7 AM. She reaches up on her tiptoes and wraps her arms around my neck and I can hear her inhaling my scent. “Thanks for letting me stay.”
I kiss the side of her head, wondering how in the hell I’m going to make sense of the feelings I have for her. When she pulls back, she presses her lips to mine in a kiss so needy and deep that I can’t help but succumb to the pleasure. I press her against her car, tangling my hands in her hair and kissing her like I don’t have nosy neighbors that already know too much about my life. I can taste my cock on her tongue, reminding me that I’m the only one that’s been there and it awakens the caveman inside of me struggling to claw it’s way out. When I pull away, I can actually see the stars in her eyes before I let my eyes drift down to her swollen and wet lips and just like that I’m hard as a rock.
“Bye Landon.” She giggles before she disappears into her car and pulls out of my driveway. I doubt she’s even to the end of my street before I’m back inside with my hand wrapped around my dick.
A timid knock on my door has me out of my seat instantly, despite the conference call I’m on. Holding the phone to my ear I open the door, prepared for Serena to walk through. I haven’t quite come to terms with what exactly I’m feeling, but I know I want to be near her. I know that even if I can’t be with her, I can help her work through these issues. I can give her what she wants. I can give her…me. And when she’s finished, I will let her go.
It’s just the chase. The forbidden fruit. Like Olivia said.
Speak of the Devil.
I’m instantly irritated when I see Olivia standing at the door. “I’m on a call, what?” I snap at her.
“Your files.” She holds them in front of my face. “Valerie asked me to give them to you.”
Bullshit. Valerie lives by the notion of ‘if you want something done right, do it yourself.’ “What did you pay her to let you come hand deliver this?” I snatch them from her and walk away, hoping she gets the message.
“You’re so tense.” She purrs.
“I’m on a call,” I bark at her, hoping she gets the message that she needs to get the hell out of my office.
“You used to eat my pussy during those so-called calls.”
“Used to.”
“Look, I get you’re pissed. I was in a weird headspace that day. I don’t want to end this.”
Who didn’t see this coming?
I continue looking down at the files she delivered like she isn’t standing in front of me with a sign screaming, “Please fuck me, Daddy, I’m sorry.”
“Miss Barrett, that part of our relationship is over.”
“Oh, come on, you remember how good it was, don’t you?” Her voice suddenly sounds like nails on a chalkboard and makes me long for the softer voice that was whispering in my ear all night.
“Olivia, you were right. It’s best we end it now.”
She crosses her arms in front of her chest, pushing her breasts upwards and, for the first time, it does nothing for me. “You’re so obvious, you know that?”
I ignore her comment, not wanting to entertain her bullshit. I stand up in preparation to remove her from my office when she continues. “You have such a hard-on for Mr. Mitchell’s daughter. Do you really want to go down that road?” This shit again? Am I really that fucking obvious?
No, regrettably, Olivia just knows what it looks like when you’re into someone.
Although, I never looked at Olivia the way I look at Serena.
I look at her, furious. “Green is an ugly color on you, Olivia,” I try to reign in the anger even if she is pissing me off because I know that underneath the jealousy is hurt and the sting of rejection.
A flash of hurt crosses her face and she takes a step back. “I’ve seen the way she looks at you too, Landon. You’re not good for her. You need to stop whatever it is you’re doing.”
My thoughts of worrying about her feelings fly out the window. “Need I remind you, that I am not only your boss but a partner at this firm and you are way the fuck out of line.”
My words seem to remind her that while, yes, she is my ex-lover, she is also a subordinate. And thus, I am only going to let her get away with so much. “Leave her alone, Landon. Before you hurt her like the rest of us.” She turns her teary gaze away from me and storms out of the office without another glance.
After Olivia’s dramatic exit, I’m in the shittiest mood. A shitty mood that would have instantly improved by seeing Serena’s sweet face except she isn’t fucking here yet. She’d texted me when she left campus, but that was over an hour ago, and it shouldn’t take this long to get here. I pick up the phone to call her, perfectly aware that my obsessive boyfriend traits are showing, but I want to know where she is. Now.
“Hey.”
“Where are you?” I demand. “You should be here by now.”
“I’m…here.” She sounds almost bored, and it pisses me the fuck off.
“Here where?” I demand.
“My dad’s office.”
What the fuck?
“For how long?”
“About thirty minutes.”
“Didn’t I tell you to come to me when you got here?” She’s silent and I wonder if P is in there with her. “Are you not alone?” I could have sworn he was in a meeting but maybe it got canceled.
“I am.”
Oh, fuck that. I’m out of my office, closing my door behind me before I can change my mind. I move down the hall, and I’m through his office door all within the span of a minute. She blinks at me, the phone still to her ear and lets it fall, ending our phone call. “Why didn’t you tell me you were here? Why didn’t you come to my office like I asked?”
“You were…busy when I got here.”
“Busy?” I close the door behind me, grateful that her father’s assistant isn’t sitting outside of his office. Doesn’t she know she could have interrupted whatever I was doing?
“Olivia was there.” She clears her throat. “And I wasn’t sure if it was smart for me to show my face given the nature of your conversation.” She swallows and looks towards the open windows. “She wants you.”
“I don’t want her...I want you.”
Her neck snaps towards me. “I’m not jealous, I was just stating a fact.”
She’s not jealous? “You’re sure you’re not jealous?”
“Did I love her comment about you eating her out?” She winces. “Not particularly, but, no, Landon, I’m not jealous.”
“Well, let’s get one thing straight,” I growl as I make strides across the room towards her. “I am the jealous type. I’m also the possessive type. So, if I tell you to come to me, you come,” I tell her. She looks vastly different from this morning when I left her. Her hair is down in loose waves and she’s dressed in a black and beige color block skirt that accentuates her legs. I pull her to her feet and press my lips to hers, desperate for her taste.
“Lan—” she moans. “My dad…”
“Your dad is in a meeting on the fourth floor for at least another hour.” I press her against the wall, kissing her like my life depends on it. “I need to eat your pussy again.”
“Here?!” she squeaks, and like the man possessed that she’s slowly turning me into, my hand is already up her skirt before she can protest.
I skim her panties with one finger, and my cock twitches when I feel how soaked she is. “You’re so wet,” I whisper. “Holy fuck.” I lift her in my arms and carry her to Preston’s desk and sit her on top, spreading her legs in the process.
Not here, Landon. Not fucking here, my subconscious begs, but I ignore it. I ignore everything from my skeptical thoughts earlier, to where we are, to whose daughter this is as I lift her skirt around her waist, rip her panties from her cunt and spread her lips to see her wet sex. My eyes devour her folds that are glistening with arousal, committing the stunning visual to memory.
It pulses under my gaze and I find myself in a trance as I watch her clench. “You make me so fucking reckless,” I murmur just before I press my lips to her slippery folds.
“Oh God.” She throws a hand over her mouth as she uses the other to press my head harder against her. “I thought about this all class.” She moans before she looks down, locking eyes with me. “I could barely focus.”
“You make me lose all focus, Bambi. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
She locks her legs around my neck and leans back as I continue to fuck her with my mouth… on her father’s desk.
Yep. I have a one-way ticket straight to hell.
I look up just in time to see her throw her head back and grab her breast through her blouse.
But what a way to go.
“I’m so close.”
I slide my tongue through her opening, rubbing her walls. “Tell me how bad you want it, Bambi. Beg for it.”
“Please.” She moans. “I need it.”
“Tell me how bad you want me,” I demand. I’d never asked a woman to express her need so explicitly. I never needed to know how badly a woman wanted me. But with Serena, it’s different. I crave her praise, her attention, her fucking everything.
It’s been less than a month and I’m in way over my head with this girl.
She grabs my head, locking eyes with me and pulling me away from her sex much to my reluctance. For a moment, neither of us says anything, just letting our eyes do all the talking and I feel my dick hardening under her gaze. “I’ve never wanted something as badly as I want you.” Her cheeks turn pink. “And I want you to be my first.” She bites her bottom lip, trying to hide the shy smile spreading across her lips.
In less than twenty-four hours, I’ve watched this woman begin to transform in front of my eyes and it is quite possibly the most beautiful transition I’ve ever witnessed. Had she ever felt comfortable asking for what she wanted until she met me?
Had anyone even asked her what she wanted?
I give a final kiss to her pussy before I stand up, towering over her and I rub her sexy panties over my face to collect the arousal from her pussy.
Her eyes darken and she nods her head. “Like now.” She grins and I chuckle, wondering how she could think losing her virginity on her father’s desk in the middle of the workday is a good idea.
“How about you come over later?” I brush my nose against hers before I help her off the desk.
She pouts, actually pouts and it’s perhaps the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Probably because she hasn’t come. She smooths her hair down and straightens her skirt and for a brief second, I consider giving her back her panties. Nah. I think as I pocket them. “Can we go continue this in your office?”
I laugh and head towards the door with her in tow when it swings open. My mind and my dick are already back in my office with Serena, so it takes a minute for me to register that her father is standing in the doorway.
Fuck.